Restaurant review: A ’square’ meal deal in Blarney

IN A WORLD where everyone of Roy Keane’s self-serving, confrontational utterances is treated as if it were a recently-discovered Heaney poem on the nature of egomania.

Or, God forbid, as if it were as important as the launch of a new Apple trinket in our Ebola and Isis world, it must be very hard for those tens of thousands of people trying to build their business’ profile to even get on the publicity radar. How those restaurateurs optimistic enough to open a restaurant today, and thankfully there are far more of these plucky people around than you might imagine, must envy Our Roy.

Every time he rakes over the last greying embers of some decades-old spat between overpaid circus ponies the sun is blocked out by a forest of microphones offered by reporters imagining he is a prophet of sorts rather than a thuggish midfield hitman mellowed — apparently — by the soothing limitations of middle age. What a wonderful, balanced world indeed.